As the two sides approached, a fireball suddenly shot out from the front line of the army.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the fireball landed in the midst of the bandits' camp and then exploded. The bandits' camp, which had looked somewhat orderly, suddenly became chaotic.
In the eyes of most people, the power of magic was synonymous with terror.
"Impressive, to condense a fireball while moving at high speed is not something a low-level mage can achieve," Ocoro said with immense admiration as he watched Zhao Guang perform the feat.
Ocoro had many friends who were mages and he understood this very well.
"But Sister Xi Fei can do it too," Jeana said quietly.
Through the past few days, Jeana had become less scared of nobles than she was at the beginning. At the very least, Ocoro was not someone who could scare Jeana.